Letra da Música Let Him Roll de Guy Clark

He's a wino tried and true done about everything there is to do
He worked on freighters he worked in bars he worked on farms he worked on cars
It was white port that put that look in his eye
That grown men get when they need to cry
And he sat down on the curb to rest and his head just fell down on his chest
He said every single day it gets just a little bit harder to handle and yet
And he lost the thread and his mind got cluttered
And the words just rolled off down in the gutter
He was elevator man in a cheap hotel in exchange for the rent on a one room cell
He's old in years beyond his time thanks to the world and the white Port wine
So he says son he always called me son he said life for you has just begun
And he told me a story that I heard before how he fell in love with a Dallas whore
Well he could cut through the years to the very night
When it ended in a whore house fight
And she turned his last proposal down in favor of being a girl about town
Now it's been seventeen years right in line and he ain't been straight none of the time
Too many days of fightin' the weather and too many nights of not being together
And so he died
[ ac.guitar ]
Well when they went through his personal affects
In among the stubs from the welfare checks
Was a crumblin' picture of a girl in a door an address in Dallas and nothin' more
The welfare people provided the priest a couple from the mission down the street
Sang Amazing Grace and no one cried cept some lady in black way off to the side
We all left and she was standin' there black veil covering her silver hair
And ol' ene-eyed John said her name was Alice and she used to be a whore in Dallas

So let him roar Lord let him roll bet he's gone to Dallas rest his soul
Just to let him roll Lord let him roar
He always said that heaven was just a Dallas whore
Let him roar Lord let him roll bet he's gone to Dallas rest his soul